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1. City
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The city shimmered below - a living map of neon veins and chrome towers, breathing in a slow, mechanical rythm
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2.Platform
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From the platforms edge, i watched the hover-trams glide past, their lights carving silver scars through the dusk, a relic of nature.
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3.Drones
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Above, drones stitched headlines across the bruised sky they had made their canvas
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4. Travel chip
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In my palm, the travel chip gleamed; it felt heavier than it should've - small and cold against my skin
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5. Arrival
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I remembered arriving here: wide eyed, pockets empty and a heart full of impossible dreams
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6. Back then
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Back then the city has seemed so endless, each corner humming with life, and promises i was desperate to believe
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7. Leave
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Now it was time to leave
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8. Tram
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The tram pulled in with a soft his; its doors peeled open like petals of some artificial mechanical
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9.Hesitation
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I hesitated - just for a moment Leaving wasn't fear, it was something quieter, heavier
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10. Buzzed
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Around me the station buzzed with voices, footsteps, the steady pulse of movement
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11. Leaving
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Leaving wasn't fear, it was something quieter, heavier
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12. Step
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I stepped inside
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13. Glass
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Through the glass, the skyline unravelled: towers blurred into rivers of light, streets folded into shadows.
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14. Forehead
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I pressed my forehead against the cold glass as i watched the city i had once called home recede into the distance, and the past
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15. Same
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Nothing here stayed the same, not the streets, not the people, not even the stars behind the drones endless quests
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16. Change
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I had learned change was the only constant; tonight was simply my turn to move on
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17. Circuitry
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Somewhere deep in its humming circuitry, i imagined the city might remember me - a single heartbeat stitched into its endless rhythm
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18. Enough
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And that thought was enough
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